In
the far off State of Louisiana, from an obscure little town therein and from a
still more obscure individual, comes this greeting.

To you, who are in daily receipt of testimonials of admiration and
affection from all parts of the Land you struggled so nobly for  this letter
will be but a tiresome repetition, I am afraid but my heart is in the petition I
must write to make a heart that beats as lovingly for our overpowered heart, in
this the day of our adversity, as when in the zenith of glorious anticipation
 therefore, do I beg you to grant it.

I have a little nephew just two years old  a noble boy we think, and
worthy of the name he bears. Lee  for this little namesake of yours, I
beg a small lock of your hair  just enough to insert in a seal-ring.This memento I wish to prepare for him, in anticipation of the hours in
which he can appreciate the glorious privilege of having been born in the same
land with Robert E. lee.